You know gingerbread season is upon us and I couldn’t let this week start off without some seasonal bliss balls.
Ok story time. When I was younger, there was this food store by us called Zagara’s. I always thought the name was pretty fun to say.
I’m super uber lethargic today. I perked up a bit once I had my afternoon latte and went live on Instagram. Buut, as soon as I came down off that caffeine high, I started getting achy and tired and sore. Man, I’m so whiny.
Ok, so here’s a story I rarely tell anyone because it involves me being super dumb. A horribly misguided decision that literally could have been disastrous. K, ready? I was at the mall, circa 7th grade, doing what tweens do. Shoot, it just occurred to be that I was a tween before the word tween was even invented. Sooo… there’s that. I was with my friend, um let’s call her Nadine to protect the guilty, and we were wandering aimlessly through the mall.
Let me tell you how resilient I am. Our coffee pot broke. I have no idea what he was doing, but somehow our coffee pot broke in Jaryd’s hands. Like 6 months ago or so. Well…